so this is why they say "curiosity kills the cat"
i think i just broke myself into million pieces
i wish i never knew the other part of the story, another piece of a story
even after all these years, i tried
you were gone for a moment,
i thought of you from time to time, i admit
but i wonder if you were okay
i thought of how you were doing facing the real world
i dont know why you keep coming back
pieces of me just keeps remembering that piece of you
the piece that you never had i like i did
everyone around me wonders why
i know deep down that this heart does not beat for you any longer
it knows that mine were never yours
this fragile part of the brain that sends signal to this organ remembers
and the memories that are no longer shared
i wished but why does the heart only beats and not hear
im tired holding on to the things only i hold onto
im tired believing and i wish to just forget it all
im tired of not having anyone on my side because i am the only one who loves and never the one who receives
but how does one not tire if this is what ive known my life
distance does not make you forget
i would like to make myself believe that you are no longer the person who I knew, you are not the same person I have talked to